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Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Aría

Bang bang bang bang bang bang

I growl in annoyance, the triggers of my twin pistols blurring as I hail bullets downrange. The target is untouched, for the most part. The only mark is the gaping hole in the center, bullets still slamming into it at unbelievable speeds. That asshole, I think savagely, that absolute, unmitigated asshole! What gives him the right to pull me over for speeding and then come on to me? I'll show him speeding, alright! I'll speed his head off of his body!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang

I hear some kind of distant shriek and sigh in irritation. Some moron probably forgot to put the safety on their gun and shot their pregnant lesbian wife or something, I don't know. My guns click, and I eject the magazines, jacking in two more and resuming, my fingers moving even faster. My forehead is coated in a thin sheen of sweat and my ears are ringing mercilessly by the time I've gone through the twenty magazines of bullets that I can afford to waste at a range. More screaming. Sighing tiredly, I eject the last magazine and walk up to the counter, dropping all twenty into the allotted box before drawing my own magazines out of my pockets and loading them into my guns. Safeties on, of courses. Another scream. Jesus, it's amateur hour tonight. Wait, never mind, that came from outside, which means...

I throw the door open and find myself staring at a scene of chaos. Rain slicks the sidewalks as horrifying, putrid monstrosities bearing winglike constructs assault terrified civilians. Ten or so instantly lock on to me and begin shambling slowly in my direction, tortured moans escaping their bulbous, cracked lips. Another sigh comes from me.

"That's so damn cliche."

My pistols come out again, twirling on my fingers as I cock them and flick off the safeties in one fluid motion. I level them confidently and a sardonic grin leaps to my face.

"And I hate cliches."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang

(Sadly, Aría was unaware that only headshots counted [at least that's how I assume it works], and thus only two zombies were slain. First casualties! Ding ding ding! Wait, never mind, the father...)

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Basically a mostly unemotional, badass, misandrist cyborg bounty hunter. Made about halfway of guns.

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Pathfinder said
How do the Elvhan reproduce if they kill their males soon after birth? Mitosis?

Same problem shared by the Gerudo from the old Zelda games. Seems to be overlooked a lot.

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Revans Exile said
Solana tends to ignore anyone who isn't her target, useful in getting her closer to the target, a threat, or a shopkeeper. Anyone else she ignores in the best case scenario. Though with the zombie outbreak, things may change.The only time Solana has engaged in gossiping was to lure a person into talking about something they wouldn't normally. Other than that she finds gossiping to be the worse thing humanoids have ever come up with.

Oh, she's one of those people, haha. Kinda reminds me of Roarke. (The chances of anyone getting that reference are unbelievably small)

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

I feel like Solana and Aría are going to get along...uh...interestingly.

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Name: Aría Arórásdöttr
Appearance:
Age: 27
Starting Weapon and/or Abilities: Aría sports dual silenced .50 caliber Desert Eagles in matte black on hip holsters and a single 6-inch-blade combat knife that she keeps in a thigh sheath on her right thigh. Not sure if it counts as an ability, but her vision is insane; she can see things that many others can't. Same goes for her hearing, and OH MY EVERYTHING is she flexible.
Pros:
1: Expert Gunslinger - Aría is a master at using her dual pistols. Desert Eagles are NOT easy to use one handed, and she manages to shoot them quickly, accurately and simultaneously, all the while moving quickly around.
2: Parkour - Aría is an expert in parkour and incorporates this heavily into her fighting style, jumping and rolling while firing. This also allows for stealth; she doesn't need to hide from eyes, since where she is, there usually aren't any, e.g. rooftops, alleys, etc.
3: Stamina - Not really sure what else I need to say here. Her stamina is great, a combination of years of running and genetic manipulation.
Cons:
1: Antisocial - Her overly cynical view on the world in general makes her extremely hard to get along with, much less connect with. This leads to her being alone essentially all the time.
2: Stubborn - She is perhaps the most stubborn person you will ever meet. If she's set her mind to it, God help you if you try to change it.
Backstory: Aría was born in a laboratory, experimented and tested on to no end. This is where she developed both her insane sensory perception and her overly negative attitude towards basically everything. One night, during a particularly powerful electrical storm, the energy barriers and alarms went down and using her insane senses and flexibility, Aría managed to escape. They big guys didn't like that; even now, they're still chasing her. She learned parkour to get away, and it's worked so far.
Race: Genetically modified human

EDIT: Almost forgot to mention; her life was begun on Earth and her original family was Icelandic (after all, the laboratory had to have something to work with, and it chose an Icelandic couple named Arórá and Oláfur).

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Yis.

Do approve. Save me a seat.

RWBY: Another Time

Is this thing still open, or would throwing a new character in muck everything up?

Kinetik

Gyrin, I think you just completely subverted Sylver's post last page about the laws of physics, and I applaud you for it.

Song Of The Void

Song Of The Void
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Having finally finished her job for the day, Runia was returning to her cottage at the forest's edge. As usual, it was a most ordinary walk, uninterrupted by anything. When she arrived, however, she gasped in shock and outrage. Her door was thrown off of its hinges, maybe five feet away from the frame, and the windows were shattered. It had taken an exorbitant amount of money to get enough glass to put over them, and it now lay broken on the ground. Running inside, she surveyed the mess her usually impeccably-kept cottage had become. Furniture knocked over, bed twisted to the side, burn marks on the floor, and one very conspicuous missing object. The stilettos that hung over the mantle were gone. She began looking furiously around the small, two-room cottage, but could find no marks of them. At length, she departed from the half-deconstructed cottage and returned to the village.

No dice. Every person she asked could say nothing about her cottage. She cursed herself for living in such solitude. But why would somebody destroy my home like that? she wondered, and why take the daggers? No answers were forthcoming. She trekked back to her cottage at the end of the day, tired, dirty, disheveled and disappointed. Righting the bed, she threw herself upon it, fully clothed, and stewed angrily for a few minutes before succumbing to sleep.
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Runia was awakened by a strange sound from very close by. It sounded almost like... "A person." she finished aloud in a very quiet whisper. The sound came again and, mustering up her courage, she sat up quickly and spoke in a loud voice, "Who's there? Why are you in my house?" The noise stopped for a moment.